Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife

The identity of a soldier was very useful, and coupled with the meaning revealed in Feng Qingxue's previous words, the young woman had no doubts.

In fact, even if she had doubts, she wouldn't say anything because their reasons were just and aboveboard.

The middle-aged man was carrying an empty sack, carrying cloth and brown sugar, as well as industrial coupons and money. He couldn't help but smile. This was the first time he had dealt with someone without being accused of speculation. He was in an unusually happy mood. , you can imitate it in the future, just give things to relatives and friends, and they will give gifts in return.

It was cold and freezing, and the game had long been frozen hard, so the blood would not drip down. Feng Qingxue threw it directly into the backpack. Anyway, there was nothing else in the basket, but there was a piece of oilcloth on it.

Waving goodbye to the conscientious young woman, Feng Qingxue put the pheasant and hare into the space as soon as she left her eyes.

There was nothing I could do, with the weight of about 40 kilograms weighing on my shoulders, it was really tiring.

Turning around a residential alley, Feng Qingxue heard a cry of begging. When she took a closer look, she saw a young woman in her twenties, regardless of the ice and snow, kneeling in front of the closed courtyard door and kowtowing until her forehead was broken. The skin was broken, blood was flowing, and tears were rolling down, "Please, sister-in-law, please, please save Xiao Wu, Xiao Wu is your biological son, please!"

Her clothes were very thin, and she only wore a jacket and single trousers, which were patched one after another. She was very shabby, but she was washed clean. Although her face was haggard and skinny, with scars on her cheeks, her facial features were very delicate. Now stained with blood.

An impatient middle-aged woman's voice came from the door and said: "Can you please help me? I'm not a doctor. I specialize in giving people medicine to treat their illnesses. The rich, evil, right-wing and black-type brats are dead. Living is a waste of food. Deng Hongling, I have severed ties with your family a long time ago. Don’t bother me. Even if you die in front of my house, I will not take the little kid to the hospital.”

Deng Hongling looked desperate and begged for a long time but received no response. She could only get up, dragging a crippled leg and stagger away.

Feng Qingxue sighed softly. She knew what was going on without even thinking about it. She followed Deng Hongling and left the alley where the person she wanted was. She walked quickly to her and said, "I am the doctor. You said so." Where is the child? Let me help you."

Deng Hongling turned around and saw her, a trace of disbelief flashed across her face, and she said hastily: "Are you a doctor?"

"Yes, I am a doctor, and I also brought some commonly used medicines."

Deng Hongling didn't wait for her to finish speaking, and pulled her forward, limping to the back of a public toilet near the grocery store. What came into view was a small shabby house, which was smaller than Uncle Xu's house. Still crude.

Feng Qingxue followed the house and saw a little boy lying on a wooden bed, covered with a thin shabby quilt, his chest barely rising.

The boy's exact age cannot be determined because he is skinny and small.

"Doctor, doctor, please show him." Deng Hongling begged in a low voice, ignoring the blood on her face.

Feng Qingxue put down the backpack and took a pulse and knew that the child had a high fever caused by hunger and cold. His life was not in danger. He quickly took out the syringe and medicine from the backpack. In fact, they were taken out from the space. "Here you go." Turn the child over and I'll give him a fever-reducing shot."

Deng Hongling quickly stepped forward to pick up her nephew and turn him over.

After the injection, Feng Qingxue put away the syringe and took out a small bottle of alcohol and said: "Pour the alcohol into the palm of your hand and rub it on the child's limbs, heart and armpits. I will buy you a bowl of porridge and drink it." Only by eating porridge can you have the strength to fight the high fever."